A few more minutes had passed now.
And soon, the collective group of people had reached a consensus.
It was time to leave.
They arranged in order.
Leading the group was no other than Phestus, the one and only, President of the Student Council…of the former Academy, at least.
With the imminent destruction of the Academy, there was no saying if the same rules which governed Homeric would abide in the new Academy that would be set up.
But even if it didn't, it wouldn't matter.
'We won't be there by then.'
Glancing at the woman next to him, his world felt calm.
Rebecca glanced at him with the same stoic expression she had always carried, and melted instantly when their gazes met.
A subtle blush formed on her cheeks.
This was practically their last day in the Academy.
Time would be necessary to build another, and by then, they would have moved on to different ventures in life.
Many of the Final Years were aware of this truth, and that included this duo.
